專輯:恐慌預防 (Panic Prevention)
歌曲:Pacemaker
Juveniles hide your porno mags
The girl's got problems
at her yard so she's packing
up her bags full of rags
Her man got down from Po Na Na
While the Madre still
in the kitchen
smokes a 20-deck fags
Body bags come back
on planes from wartorn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth
a dark aftermath
Baby T, the juice
and the dog just barks
Remember man the bully
always had the last laugh
It was a blast last
night down the old 12 Bar
White socks, black shoes
with the ballads in the car
With a lump in the throat
she won't understand
Twos on a cigarette
it's all blah blah
Bloody obli obla
dah glug down liquor
Life goes on for
all the daytrippers
Starts off small but
it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter
it may all be better
Well she's always
asking with the who
where and how
The girls say ooh la la
Well if I had another chance
I'd do it differently now
And the girls say
ooh la la la la la la la
From Trafalger Square
where the crackpipe reeking
To in your dark damp flat
the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love when
you first started chatting
But got so bored cause
she never stopped speaking
Consider this son
on the bad behaviour
He's keeping all the freebies
delivering the papers
You hate us shake down fakers
Oh, you'll never get nowhere
Cause I'm the pacemaker
(Keepup, runny runny run run)
Pretty please me
oh, she's easy on the eye
Some say that today
only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay
it's been right good day
I wanna ask questions but
I don't mean to pry
How did you get to
where you going to
before you came slowly
moseying through this bar
You started your race
Jonny Cockeral wants his money
Give up the man
he's a fruit and nut bar
(I'm serious
he's a real nutter)
Oh, I gotta see the GP
coughing up lungs
Doc says stop or
you're going die young
I haven't even started
to do what I done
You young don't listen
you just carry on
Well, we heard it before
when your song got sung
Get a grip son
Why?
Cause you're always drunken
We're not captains
just skivvy sunken
Humdrum drum, drum
live fast die young
Mr Skin stumbling
the road rocky
Trespassers
on the private property
Remember back then
it was the ranter banter
Young sons watched
their young Pas get cancer
Vagabond Sandy crying
out for he missed her
Missed her so much that
he went drank the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam
this is a song about you
We all went out and
we got pissed-ola
I don't wanna fight
he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say
go on my son my son
It's all a bit of fun
'til someone gets done
But the fellas say
go on my son, my son
Well, I'm more likely
to pick up and run
But the fellas say
go on my son, my son
Ah fuck it, well
he's a right big cunt
But I'll knock him one
fuck that
Run, run